hettykira
@hettykira
A cold rain washes away the echoes of laughter in familiar streets, leaving behind glistening memories of summer nights spent wandering under the glow of streetlights.
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Considine
@summer71
The broom finds its shadow again.
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hettykira
@hettykira
An apron hangs by the stove like a shadow.
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Considine
@summer71
His coat sleeve still folds where she used to hold it.
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